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- [ Ellen Keys ] [ By The Chief ]
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- E l l e n K e y s
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- Ellen Keys was an ordinary girl. Right now. An apartment in the middle of
- the town, a black cat, self-made furniture, a regular 16" black and white TV
- set and somewhat of a life that didn't include a job. She was 23. Semi-long
- dark red hair formed in a style like page on her head which hid one of her
- eyes when she wanted it to. She used to hide half of her face when she danced,
- with her hair. Pale skin. Blue eyes. A small pretty nose. Thin, attractive
- lips which opened to show her Isabella Rosselini-look alike teeth when she
- smiled. She thought the ring in her nose made her look sexy. Once when she
- had been in Thailand with a friend of hers, she had lost herself in a
- harbour, drunk as a mosquito and this guy had come up to her, asking her if
- she wanted to get a piercing or two somewhere. Not thinking where she was,
- she agreed and was just about to get her eyebrow pierced too with a rusty
- needle when her friend showed up and dragged her out of there. The ring in
- her nose made her remember the story though she had never had an infection
- there which she found odd somehow. Must have been the only time she had
- been lucky, she thought to herself.
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- She dropped out of school when she was 17 and moved to her boyfriend.
- That never worked out. He was an addict, and there was never a quiet moment
- in his apartment. She took up her studies again when she dumped him and
- moved to her own apartment, and managed to finish with pretty good grades,
- though her education never got her a job. She had worked in most of the
- restaurants in town, though never more than two weeks at one place. Sexual
- harassment. Bad pay. Lousy hours. The boss being a pain in the ass. Whatever.
- It never worked out. She figured that most of what had happened to her was
- to blame for her addiction. Though she was out of it now. She had been for
- almost two weeks. Telling herself she wasn't going back. It was too
- expensive. It was too new. When the market flooded, the prices would drop.
- The government kept saying it was dangerous. You never knew what you could
- get into if you tried. Even lethal if you didn't know what you were doing.
- They had one example of that. A 14-year old boy who had somehow died from
- using the stuff.
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- The first time they came for her, they grabbed everything in her apartment,
- threw her in the car and drove her down to the station. Talked to her for
- an hour, then released her. A week later she got most of her things back,
- though they kept everything she needed for her dangerous habit. Sort of like
- going on a program, she thought. They just took your stuff and left you naked
- and alone, social outcast with little chance to ever get enough money to buy
- the good stuff again. That had been four years ago, when she first was
- introduced to it. She blamed it on the media. Articles, debates and
- intriguing affairs surrounding it had made her want to try it. And she did.
- Hooked after the first time. Addictive she agreed with, but lethal? No way.
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- The second time, they were satisfied taking her down to the station. Some
- big-shot flapped his lips at her for four hours, telling her they wouldn't
- let her be a menace to society, perhaps responsible for killing hundreds,
- even thousands the next time she tried it. They knew how dangerous it was.
- And all they wanted was to make her understand. Yeah right. They let her
- go with two weeks to decide if she wanted to get thrown in isolation for the
- rest of her life, or not.
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- Now she was sitting in her bedroom. Shaking. Sweat made her grey t-shirt
- she once had won in a contest look dark blue. Once again assembling the
- needed equipment with considerable ease. Screwing together the two pieces.
- Too much pressure made her turn it on. The 8th one came up on the screen.
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- ///// [ PIPE ] /////
- ///// [ BOMB ] /////
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- ///// -------- ///// Let the steel pipe be at least
- ////////////////////////////// 30 cm high and rather wide.
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- Back on the 'net again, her adrenalin pumped. The screen told her what to
- do. Back on the 'net again, back following the advice wherever she found it.
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- The third time they picked her up, they used shovels.
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